The Unknown Prophecy
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not owned by me, even if I want it to.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my friend, you know who you are! Also throughout this story I will be changing whose point of view this is being taken from, though it will remain in third person.
Summary: The war is over, the prophecy fulfilled that was foretold long ago. Both Harry and Voldemort have vanished, and many believe them both dead. But a party of five keep a spark of hope to Harry's return, not expecting that an untold prophecy is now in play. The Unknown Prophecy that will change it all.
Final Battle:
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, stood in front of the monster deemed his enemy. In the background, many small fights were continuing though they went unnoticed by boy and monster. It was the last stand, where one or the other would win, either saving the world or bringing its downfall.
"Strestaris" yelled Harry, throwing the curse at Voldemort. Voldemort seemed unaffected by it, though it was a matter of time before it would start to work its magic.+
"Is that all you have bo-" drawled Voldemort, before stopping in shock. What was happening to him? He could feel his power draining. There was no way he'd be able to dispose of the 'brat' when he was loosing his powers.
"Very clever, very clever indeed, Harry, but not clever enough!" I'm too weak to fight you now in this state so I'll just take us back!" said Voldemort, his red eyes gleaming, telling anyone brave enough to look of his hunger for 'purity' in the world.
"Abeosnincum" screeched Voldemort.
Harry's vision began to blur, as his head began to spin. He could hear Voldemort's shrill laughter, faintly, as his body was jerked from left to right. Pain racked his body once again as a spasm took over him. His scar seared in pain, causing his eyes to water. He felt weak. So very weak; as if his inner life was being sucked out of him. Moments later, the pain became too much as his eyes closed, loosing consciousness and the world went into darkness.
Several hours later, Harry awoke. His head was pounding as if someone was hitting it with a hammer at a second interval. For a few minutes he just lay there, not wanting to discover where he was and what had happened to his friends, to his Hogwarts family and finally to the world. A few more minutes passed in this manner, until Harry could not bear it any longer. It was worse not knowing. Snapping his eyelids open, he took in his surroundings.
He was where he was before, during the stand between himself and Voldemort: in Godric's Hollow, though it seemed different. He realized that he was in the living room on what seemed to be a lounge. The room was dark and Harry wondered how long he had been there. Straining harder to see, he could just make out the shadowy silhouette of someone sitting on an arm chair.
Acting on impulse Harry sat bolt upright, and discovered his mistake. His side ached, as did his head. Before he could stop himself a moan escaped his lips. Slowly lowering himself into a lying position he attempted to make himself more comfortable, wincing in pain as he did so.
Harry lay there motionless. All of a sudden he could hear the footsteps of someone approaching him. Not daring to look up, he waited for the person to begin speaking.
Minutes passed in silence, the figure just standing above Harry, as he kept his eyes shut. Finally, the person broke the silence.
"I know you're awake." he said simply. "Here" he handed Harry a glass of water.
Harry kept quiet, sipping the water slowly. He didn't exactly trust this person, whoever he was, just yet.
The man continued to speak, "I'm not going to hurt you. You looked pretty bad when I found you outside-"
"You found me outside?" Harry voiced his question before he could stop himself.
"Yeah. I was just coming around the house from the Quidditch Pitch when I saw you lying on the ground unconscious. I brought you inside. You have a lot of bad injuries you know?"
Harry sucked in his breath, trying to come up with something to say, when the man spoke again, cutting into his thoughts.
"I'm just wondering how you got in through the wards." he said, looking directly at Harry. Harry could see that the light reflected off of some metal near his eyes and could tell he wore glasses.
"To tell you the truth," Harry said. "I don't know either." Then the man's question registered in his brain. He had asked how he had gotten through the wards. Was this some kind of joke? Who was this guy anyway?
"How'd you end up like that anyway? All those injuries, turning up out of now where unconscious?" the man asked slowly.
Harry thought for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should tell this stranger the truth or not. Finally deciding that a version of the truth was necessary, he began, "I was hexed by someone, let's just say we never really understood each other, and found myself here. I really don't remember much of what happened."
The man didn't say anything. He seemed to be in deep thought. "If it's okay with you, I think I should get you to St. Mungo's, or at least a heeler over here. You don't look well at all."
Glad that the conversation had drifted away from what had happened, Harry readily agreed that a medi-witch should come, which is something he would not normally do.
Moments after the call was made, the medi-witch arrived. "Hello, Mr. Potter. Where is this patient of mine?" Harry heard her ask from the other room. But that would mean-.
His thoughts were cut off as the medi-witch began examining him, muttering things under her breath now and then.
After half and hour, Harry was feeling a lot better.
"I would prefer if you went to St. Mungo's Mr...?"
Thinking fast, Harry answered, "Mr Harry Hunter."
"Well Mr Hunter, would you please come with me?" she asked
"Thank you for your expertise, but I would prefer not to, if that's alright with you? A calming potion and a good nights rest will be fine for me." Harry replied calmly, though with finality in his voice.
"Very well," the medi-witch gave in, giving him the potion, as well as a few others and left, muttering about patients thinking they know best.
Harry gave a light chuckle, as she left.
Turning to the man, called Mr Potter he said, "Thanks for looking after me. I'm sorry but I don't think I caught your name?" he added.
"I'm James Potter." he replied, a large grin on his face as he extended his hand.
"Harry Hunter." Harry took James' hand and noticed that James was barely older than him.
The potions began to work and Harry let out a stifled yawn, before falling asleep, wondering how on Merlin's watch he managed to get transported back in time.
A/N: And so the first chapter begins. What did you guys think? I'd love to hear from you, whether its criticism or not. Please review and I will love you forever! The first 10 reviewers get a nice batch of cyber cookies! If you liked this then I suggest you read Look Closer, Look Deeper as it is in the same kind of context, just not with the time travel.
'Strestaris' I based this on the Latin word for 'drain'. Harry used it to drain Voldemort's power, thus making him a little easier to defeat.
+ there was no intended pun there. I just couldn't think of a better word.
'Abeosnincum' again, I based this on Latin, mixing the words 'go',' to' and 'past' together. There was a small clue to that when Voldemort said "I am too weak to fight you in this state now, so I'll just take us back."
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